Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Give a Dog

A sour strawberry, and he will patty paw and sneeze at it, and snort all silly, nilly.

He will dance and prance and cavort around it as if it had a fuse and was lit and shrinking, fizzing, blinking.

He will take it to the toy box and wrap it in his towel. Push it away with big, soft feet and tuck it underneath the counter

Roll on it,

Stroll on it and drag it round the kitchen. After a while, when it is too dirty to recognize, no longer food, no longer useful, not much more than a red flannel scrap, he will choke it down with grimaces and groans that would do a toddler proud.